I step, and the road cries. The wondrous light that stands before me, its shape shifting into a man. The heavenly creature looks at me, and then moves right through me; I feel a tingle as the figure exits my body, yet I do not know what to make of it. I turn to face him, but he has already moved on down the sobbing path, unaware that I was even standing in front of him. Oh how I long to be like that, to have that power, that energy that he possessed, such emotion that he had. But I can never that. I can only be myself, and that's all that matters.

I turn away from the man and continue to walk down the long road towards an opening in the trees, the road, now crying out in pain with every step I take. I sigh, and continue to go forwards to the opening, letting my mind wander to far away things.

Take me down to nowhere
How long did I crawl?
Daydreams fade away now
Patterns of my fall
Let me understand it
Oblivion was my state
Dumb from human blindness
Did I seal your fate?

There is someone waiting for you

My ancient pulse of talents
Has shrunken hard and dry
And every spirit upon earth
Seems fervourless as I
So far from all the living
But finally not alone
Voices from the outside
Pray for coming home

There is someone waiting for you

I'm not alone
But they don't know that

These bloody days broke my heart, my loving,
My youth, my hope... all departed from life
Now I must disguise my face with a mask
Of pure seclusion
Feel me, I'm old now
Still searching for answers
Hoping that you know
My eyes behind this mask
A child goes along with me until the end
I'm longing for the past

...
A new dimension?

These bloody days
Searching for answers
Feel me, I'm old now, feel me

There is someone waiting for you

(peering out of my deadlight
I'm looking for another
Wandering voiceless among the voices
That throng my hiddenness
At all the tragic scene they stare
And have to turn away sometimes)

The cool breeze lifts Mr. Duck's hair off of his head as he walks past the burger joint.
"Should I take out this stupid place?", as he fingers over his missile launcher?
"No, I must find someone else to help me carry out my mission. This world will fear the name of duck."
The duck struts down the street to odd glances from the public. Some little kid eating ice cream sticks his tongue out at the duck as he passes by.
"I don't put up with horny toads!" He aims his launcher at the kid and ends him right there.
"That'll stop stupid toads from trying to lick me again." He hops aboard a plane and heads for the glorious city of Denver.

As Mr. Duck arrives in Denver, he is stopped by a man who clanks as he walks. This metalhead must be lost or something, thinks Mr. Duck. No, it is not someone who is lost, it is Magnanamus Ethereal, the atomic knight from a time far before him had traveled across the lands to meet the evil demon duck.
"How goes thee, demon duck?" asks the strange metal man.
"Who the fuck are you mister? Why are you metal? I can blow you away with a rocket. You wanna taste of what I did to that little kid. I will do the same to you."
"No, I have traveled eons in space and time to because your...sidekick. My mastery of swords and dragonslaying will be the perfect accompaniment to your pyschotic nature and arsenal. We shall form up and become...Demon Duck!"
As the two fuse together, the fiery pits of hell open up and demon rats fly into the air, landing on the duck and giving him the superpower of all demon rats. Ethereal stabs a rat with his sword and begins to ingest it. He also gains super demon powers. As the rats fly off, a lightning bolt hits them and they start to fry in the air. People below begin to get out plates and fork to feast on this demon duck that is cooking before their eyes.
Mr. Duck yells into the dusk sky:
"Quack quack qu qu ackkkkk Quack!!! FISH!" Then he and Ethereal return to the ground, the duck armed with a machine gun and a bullet strap around his body and Ethereal is adorned with crystal armor and a neon green sword. A power metal band begins to play in the background.
"Mighty power to the dragonflame!!" As the new Demon Duck stares at the hungry and wild-eyed crowd, the step back, as the crowd is waving knifes at them, the knifes used to eat away at their soul. What will Demon Duck do now?

Just for a picture!!

Into the fiery depths of nothingness, out comes one who can withstand all pain, all violence, and all hatred. He is the only one who can save this world from everything evil. He is.....Mr. Duck. With bounding waddles, he can stomp out demons in a single movement. His screeching quack can be heard from here to Moscow. World, prepare yourself for your worst nightmare, because Mr. Duck is coming with a vengenace. You ate him for your Big Thanksgiving feast Walters family. Now be prepared to face the mighty wrath of......Mr. Duck.